This has been a productive day as I have been at home, overseeing renovations at my apartment. This morning I finally got around to watching American Beauty. Great performances, but did Sam Mendes have to be so pretentious? Did he know he was writing Oscar material when he wrote it? It does have the best one-liners of 1999, but you could have gotten all of them from the trailer. I will stick to Magnolia for best pretentious, Oscar-nominated drama of 1999. In 2004, when I observed that Desperate Housewives was a mix of Blue Velvet and American Beauty, I wasn't aware of how right I was. I was just guessing.

I have also dusted-off several recent issues of Maxim (both the English and Latino versions) and GQ (both the US and UK versions) that I had in my incoming mail pile. Besides looking at fall clothes I cannot afford, I learned that I am still young enough to wear a pair of brown Avirex P-45 sneakers. I have a $15.00 bid on eBay for them. Wicked cheap and very similar to the pair of Reebok BOKS F-117's I wore in the summer of 1992. Oops.

OK. This is a fun Friday afternoon. The Red Sox have yet another golden opportunity to put more distance between themselves and the Yankees with a doubleheader today in the south side of Chicago, at one of the worst ballparks in the league, New Comisky Park.

So while I want to post videos from Joy Division as we inch closer towards the US premiere of Control, the Ian Curtis biopic (October), there is still time to serve-up some rap. See, when I visited the Avirex website, the first thing I heard was Break 'Em Off. Not only is it a better song than Grillz, it mentions Big Papi. So I have to post it here. That's my logic anyway.

So here is badass white rapper, Paul Wall, with Break 'Em Off.

Go sox!! They have gotten into early trouble in the 1st, but they should come back from that 1-run deficit.

I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
[Paul Wall]
Now I gotta work ma wood grain wheel
Poppin’ trunks, poppin’ pillz, still poppin’ seals
Higher than a hill with ma mind on millz
Piece and chain swangin’, bank roll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with ma mind on cream
I’m in that mean green machine clean on 19s

Hold up. He rides on 19s? My dad rides on 18s. He'd better upgrade. The regular folks are riding on bigger rims nowadays.

Flat screens in the headrest, swangin’ like a swing set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin’ down that's a bet
I’m in the lot chasin’ broads like a lesbian
Full of that Kush flower, I’m breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than a street light, floatin’ like a parachute
Buzzin’ like a bumble bee, mustard green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta, Mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin’ ‘em off, makin’ all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I’m rocked up fully loaded and sloppy
Tryin’ to hit it and quit it
And walk off like Big Papi then break ‘em off
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
[Lil' Keke]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I’m hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck blow mist five 50 snow bunny
Bentley continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, dat’s expensive taste
And ‘em frilly ass fools we send ‘em to myspace
I’mma break ‘em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel drop phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the Kush done start burnin’, better cover your clothes (that’s right)
Concrete crumblin’, glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin’ and cuttin’ up on 24 razors
I’mma show ‘em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin’ paper in the mornin’, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on then u buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
[Paul Wall]
Already
Higher than the satellite, crawlin’ like a baby
Maneuverin’ thru the traffic like I’m Tracy McGrady
Still choppin’ on ‘em buttons, I’m struttin’ and lookin’ fresh
Switch hittin’ like Berkman, this is ballin’ at its best
In dat minute maid droppa’, with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin’ the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground, and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I’m the definition of playa
Ma skillz is so ill when workin’ the wood wheel
Tippin’ 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin’
I’m sippin’ on dat Osama, baby leanin’ like I’m limpin'
In dat 2 seater feeder, it’s me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter, and it’s ten up in the heater
Mackin’ a mamacita
Runnin’ game like a cheetah
I’m knockin’ ‘em out the park
Similar to Derek Jeter (Break ‘em off)
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab
I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad, I’mma break ‘em
I’mma break ‘em off real bad,
I’mma break ‘em , I’mma break ‘em off real bad
I’mma show'em pourin up a duece while ridin slab